T-The gift of life is oft stolen away
H-Horrid weaponry does the affray
E-Endlessly casualties will parlay

G-Gleaming soldiers eyes gone for rest
I-In unforgiving battles so harsh of test
F-Fighting at a land's utmost behest
T-Terrible the deadly toll is to attest

O-Over and over munitions have terminated
F-Flagrantly thieving any quietude generated

L-Loved sons of kinfolk seen to weep
I-Infinite this sadness ever so deep
F-From a beautiful benefit the cost steep
E-Extinguished by war's insane keep

I evaluate my past and watch my moods swing back and forth between extremes and I write and read of poets who have felt the same melancholic sweetness of the sun’s light and the madness of the moon and I fear my story will end with the same fate as my idols; driving in and out of oblivion until my head hangs low of drunken breath and cigarettes with smoke in the air and a burn around my neck

She is an unhealthy obsession which fritters away my attention for anyone else, and whom I can only become haunted by and consumed by but never taken by.

I see everything; I am blind.
I know all; I know nothing.
I feel all; I feel nothing.
I am all; I am nothing.

I am burning desire. I am passion.
I am a bee. I am a tree's branch. I am a flower. I am a snowflake.
I am the sun. I am the moon.
I am the ocean. I am a bird.
I am air. I am fire.
I am cold.
I am alive.